How Jack missed the beach. He walked around the barracks, stopping occasionally to stare at the stars in the black night sky. Though stuck on an island, there was easily a difference in the night sky here and the night sky on the beach. He missed the sounds of the waves that put him to sleep each night.
Jack continued walking around as his mind began flashing memories much to his surprise. He remembered how graceful her hands had been months ago. She had sewed him up practically perfectly. So little was known about one another, yet that first glance he felt something spark. He had felt something real.
He recalled the kiss the shared in the middle of the jungle. How sacred Jack knew it to be. He told himself to never forget it; never forget her. He remembered the feel of her hair against his chin. The way her back felt in his hands. It had been so right, yet he let her go.
He passed by Claire's house where Jack noticed Kate and Claire sitting and chatting at the table. He looked at her smile, her brown wavy hair, and her piercing eyes. He loved Kate Austen, the fugitive – the leader. She kept him calm, yet drove him mad. He couldn't go another day without her touch.
Kate sat silently on the porch to watch the sunrise in the early morning air. She smelled the coffee from the mug she held in her hand, and she took a tiny sip, careful not to burn her palette. She swallowed her coffee and let the morning air hit her face. She heard a distant door shut from a neighboring house. Looking around curiously, she saw Jack strut out, obviously half asleep. Kate got up from her spot on the porch; they needed to speak.
She hurried over to Jack, who was standing rather still in the open grassy area. She stood behind him silently, got up the courage, and rested her hand softly on his shoulder. He took her hand and spun around to face her. For the first time in what had seemed like an eternity, their eyes met. Kate brought her hand to his scruffy face, and enjoyed the warmth it brought her. He rested his Hand on Kate's back, gently caressing her as they embraced in a hug that had a million different meanings.
How right this felt. Two puzzle pieces fitting perfectly as one. They stood together, yet alone in the ever-rising morning. She looked up to Jack, and their faces were mere centimeters apart. Jack's eyes began to well as she gave a childish smile, rested his forehead on hers, and when their lips met, a sensation he had felt one other time was reborn.